Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Wowy!

Wowy! as Maribel would say...what an amazing wedding that was.

It was a two-tier wedding which seems to be all the rage these days...no-one has a one hour wedding in a church anymore. So, first we all flew to Morocco to Ouarzazate for the small evening boho desert wedding; I say small, we were 130. They'd set up these huge Bedouin tents and Maribel and Esteban appeared over the dunes on white horses. We all clapped and fireworks went off. They stayed on the horses for ages. They had to do all their vows up there and everything. Maribel said she had a very sore bottom afterwards. Luckily it was an evening do or else we would all have died of heat exhaustion. My blessing was not happy.

The next day we flew to Madrid for their official wedding (700 people). It was at the Catedralde la Almudena, which shouldn't strictly have been allowed but her husband Esteban is a distant cousin of the Royal Family or something, plus the Pope said it was OK so hey-ho. The reception was at the Casade Madrid, which is only in CondeNast Traveller like every month. We had a right old knees-up...Gwen Stefani jumped out of a cake! And I don't mind telling you, the Olsen Twins were hammered!

Anyway, feeling muyretro since I saw some dear little Italian school children on the tube with Invictarucksacks(my, they still really love those things), so I think I'm going to go to bed, listen to the Betty Blue soundtrack and weep a little.

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Orphaned at birth and adopted by scruffy aristos in southern England, Pippa left home at 14 and fled to Paris to live with penpal Celine where they started the cult newsletter La Bicyclette Bleu.
Now living in London, Pippa is a world-renowned photographer and editor of Weekend Birdie, an arty magazine where she over uses the word cohesive.